Sansaery + jessica jones au
Sansa rolls her neck as she gets out of work. She walks through security and says her goodbyes. Even if she’s tired to the bone, Sansa is determined to get home to make it to her trainer. She rubs her eyes as she walks.
She checks her messages to see if there were any updates from Margaery. Her heart sinks slightly when she sees none.
It makes it hard for her to live like this. To know that there were bad people out there that could hurt people she cared about. Margaery’s man from the shadows had come back. And now she was off investigating god knows what. What makes it worse is that Sansa can’t do anything to help her.
She feels the bruises on her arms, the soreness in her muscles, but nothing weighs on her like Margaery does. For months without talking to each other, it tears into her heart to see Margaery helpless.
Sansa learned the hard way growing up. She was helpless without realizing it. She never wanted a hero to save her. It was part of her life. Being thrusted into the hands of Petyr Baelish. His deceits and lies created hell in her life just so that she could survive in an industry she grew to hate.
She promised never to let someone make her feel controlled and weak ever again. Her voice is an inspiration to many. Sansa tries to speak out on issues that can actually help people. Or at least, she tries to help as many people as she can.
If she could be the hero Margaery was, that would mean the world.
As she makes her way towards the subway, she’s so tired she doesn’t register the threatening presence around her. Sansa feels something loom in her heart but ignores it for the sake of her sanity.
Before she can process it, hands are covering her mouth and wrapping around her waist. She tries to kick and scream but they’re all muffled as she gets pulled into the darkness.
Her heart beats wildly inside of her and her mind is screaming with her body. She tries her best to fight back but there isn’t just one attacker.
A sharp pain shoots to the back of her head as it collides against the brick wall. In the alley, she can smell the poor scent of piss and trash. She tries to see her assailants in the limited light.
Someone croons that it’s Alayne Stone all grown up. It’s vile on their lips and Sansa feels her heart drop to her stomach. She stares as one man has her pinned up against the wall while the other practically salivates behind him. The look on his face shoots her back to memories she’s tried to forget.
Thinking back to her training, Sansa brings her knee up to the guy that has her pinned against the wall. He doubles over, setting her free. She quickly clasps her hands together and brings them down on his back harshly.
The other one yells and grabs for her. She yanks her arm away with all of her strength but he manages to land a harsh punch against her jawbone that sends a ringing to her ears.
The ground meets her with another punch and for a second, Sansa is breathless. She feels a grab at her shoulder before she’s hauled up again. Her hand comes up and bats the arm away before she grabs at the guy’s wrist and uses her body weight to flip him to the ground.
He lets out a loud groan as he hands on the ground with a thud. It brings satisfaction to her ears.
Just as she tries to make her way out of the alley, she feels a harsh pull again. The first guy she kneed managed to get up again.
“Fucking bitch,” he hisses into her face as he uses his arm to pin her by her neck.
Sansa struggles to breath, clawing at his arm. He slaps her to get her to stop struggle. Sansa keeps trying. Her stomach sinks. She’s scared. He’s hurting her and she’s used all of her strength to fight them.
In the corner of her eyes, she sees the other one get up. “Are we going to do her or what?” he snaps with that disgusting look on his face.
Sansa’s eyes widen as she struggles to fight back. It’s no use. She feels her jacket being tugged open and hands roam her body. She wants to cry out but can’t. Her whole body trembles because her vision is going dark. She keeps screaming in her mind, hoping the sound could come out.
“Hey! Get the fuck off of her!” a voice yells through the alley. Sansa feels her heart elevate at the sound of Margaery’s voice.
The arm at Sansa’s throat slackens. She tries to catch her breath but the first thing she does is bring her foot up square towards the guy’s balls. He doubles over and the other one rushes towards the voice.
Sansa struggles to regain stability before she sees brown hair under the hazy light. The man going after her is easily grabbed by his neck and tossed aside.
“Fuck off, buddy, touch her again and I kill you with my laser vision,” Margaery’s voice threatens as she gives him a clean kick. The guy is a bumbling, frightened mess and nods at the threat before stumbling to run away.
Margaery doesn’t greet Sansa but goes for the guy that’s moaning in pain at her feet. She picks him up with ease. “If I ever catch you again, you’re gonna pay,” she threatens further. Sansa moves to say something but Margaery tosses him to the ground. “Get out of here.” He nods and fearfully runs off.
The silence looms through the alleyway as she stands there with Margaery suddenly next to her. It’s almost a relief to see the woman there. She can almost ignore how she felt moments ago. But she can’t. Even now, Margaery is still saving her.
Sansa doesn’t have the strength that Margaery does. She can’t throw guys around like ragdolls and act as if she’s invincible. She’s still going to be that helpless little girl.
Margaery sighs as she looks up at Sansa, “Shit...are you crying?” she asks carefully as her fingerless gloved hands reach up to gently cup Sansa’s cheek.
For all the strength and superpower that Margaery has, Sansa still feels like glass in her hands. She shakes her head.
“I’m sorry,” she says trying to pull away. Her eyes start to sting. She looks up to keep the tears from falling. Margaery hates emotions. “Just something in my eyes.”
“Hey, hey,” Margaery insists pulling her back for their eyes to meet. Sansa curses as a tear slips. Margaery’s thumb brushes the tear away and grasp Sansa’s face with more security. “You’re okay, Sansa, you hear me? You’re okay.”
Sansa feels her vision blur and she falls into Margaery’s arms. She buries her face in the crook of the shorter woman’s neck and cries. Thankful that she saved her. “You saved me, asshole.”
Margaery laughs. “I can’t help it.”
Sansa laughs through her tears. Even though, Margaery smells of leather and whiskey, Sansa feels safe.